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My husband has decided to take us on a safari vacation, and on top of the dust and dirt and hot sun, now I have to deal with his attitude. All I want is to go home, but James has other plans. He ties me up on the hood of the jeep and offers me up to the other men who are on the safari. But then he leaves me tied up overnight and a group of gorillas use my body too. The horror doesn't end the next day. The men use me for hours until I'm raw and exhausted, but still my nightmare has only begun.
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“I will, honey. Please, let me back in. When we get to wherever we’re going I promise I’ll give you a nice, long blow-job.”
James stared straight ahead for a long moment, and I was sure I’d convinced him. But just as I started to climb back in James stopped me.
“I’m afraid you’re going to be doing a bit more than that,” he said as he got out and walked around the front of the car. “The only way I’m letting you back in this jeep is my way.”
“Of course, dear. Anything you say,” I said as James approached me.
“I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth.”
“Of course, darling.”
“And you will do exactly as I say.”
“I promise.”
“Okay, turn around,” he said twisting his finger in the air.
READ MOREI did as my husband instructed me, thinking that he was going to open the door to the jeep and let me in with a stern warning. But that’s not what happened.
“Ouch!” I squealed as I felt both of my arms pulled roughly behind me.
“I said, not another word!”
James pushed me around to the front of the jeep and when I was standing there facing the hood he reached around and gripped the collar of my silk shirt, then tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere and I screamed. Then he yanked it off of me and ripped it into shreds, then tied a strip around my mouth.
I struggled, trying to twist around to face my husband, but he pushed me down on the hood of the jeep. Then he ripped the rest of my clothes off and tore everything up. First he tied my wrists up high near the windshield so that my chest was resting on the filthy hood, then he pulled my legs apart and tied my ankles to either end of the front bumper.
I couldn’t even touch the ground with my feet. I was suspended there, naked and spread eagle, on the hood of the jeep with the hot African sun beating down right on my back and ass. I struggled and tried to get free, but it was no use. James had tied me firmly.
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